|Black and White
Author: jedimasterathena PM
When an Imperial privateer stumbles upon a Jedi, she knows she must surrender him, but right and wrong aren't always written in black and white.Rated: Fiction K - English - Romance/Adventure - Chapters: 11 - Words: 15,361 - Reviews: 6 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 6 - Updated: 12-09-12 - Published: 05-26-12 - id: 8152811
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Coruscant 3 ABY
Tara let her dark hair fall over her cheek as she strode into the cantina. She knew her authorities would not be pleased with the fact that she was here, but Tara was resolute. The seediest of places provided the juciest information. Besides, could it hurt to have one glass of Corellian whiskey? She ordered her drink before flashing a man across the bar a welcoming smile and heading to a shadowed corner booth.
Two days ago, Tara had gotten a tip from one of the intelligence captains that the rebels were planning some sort of exchange. However, there were simply too many ships on Coruscant to just go poking around. She needed more information.
Before long, the man from the bar approached her.
"Hello," the man slid in beside her. "What's a woman like you looking for in a place like this? Don't you have more expensive tastes?"
"Oh, I can assure you, I have very expensive taste."
"I can see that." Tara held her clenched fists at her sides as his eyes roamed her body.
"Will treasure suit you?" She could smell the alcohol on his breath as he leaned in closer, but she needed to hear so she dipped her head towards him.
"You're a smuggler?" she asked candidly.
"Aye and I work for the big stuff, off the grids and under the noses of the starch-collared imperials." He scrunched his nose and stared into his empty glass. "I had some pretty big stuff come in tonight from the Outer Rim. I'd show you but it's on a ship to Corellia by now."
"That's…big stuff." She slipped out of the booth and headed into the streets, leaving the man to drown in his liquor. She'd gotten everything she needed anyway.
Once back out in the undercity, Tara drew her cloak tightly around her body and pulled out her comm.
"Spinner, do you copy?" A myriad of beeps and whirls responded. "Spinner, I need you to override the database security. I need the names of all ships headed to Correllia that might be affilliated with the Rebel Alliance." She got an affirmative whistle. That was one upside to her job: unlimited clearance. She smiled as she continued to take long strides towards the hangar.
So the Rebellion had some kind of treasure now. Tara's brain began to pick apart her new intel. The Rebel Alliance had always been a little stripped for cash. How had they managed anything like this?
The holoprojectors around her all stopped their advertisements and went to a brief message. This was nothing new and she continued walking, allowing her ears to gather whatever was being said. The name Calrissian reached her ears and she stopped to look at the closest projector. A well groomed and dark-skinned face grinned down at her. Lando Calrissian was wanted for fraud and treason. Secretly, her heart saluted the charming smuggler. There weren't enough scoundrels in the galaxy anymore.
Soon, his face was replaced by that of Han Solo. Leia Organa would come next followed by Mon Mothma. Tara saw these alerts so often she could list all of the suspects by heart, but the lists kept getting longer. Tara walked on.
When Tara reached her ship, a black CEC C9 Corvette called The Paratta, the boarding ramp was already down and the sublight engines were primed. Her R2 astromech rolled right behind her boot heels.
"Good work, Spinner."